An ongoing saga of self-absorption and paranoia (which beats the heck out of the Real World.)

Monday, August 16, 2010

SHOOTING THE BREEZE...

(begun Monday 16th August at 4.15am...)

Agent Dead-Loss excelled himself last night. If "Disrupt the Sleep Patterns of Your Foe" was the manual chapter employed, it was Mission accomplished....
He began his masterful performance well before I'd even climbed into bed, and it was almost as though he'd allowed one of his 'students' to drop our iBurst connection as I'd blogged earlier, it was that clumsily done... Fear not, I've no doubt practise will eventually improve those skills... *gags...

At various points during the night we had the hand-burn, the head-squeeze, the ear-crush, the small dog flapping ears frequency and crowning the lot, a hireling stomping about noisily outside after 3.30am... How many times did our 'visitor' have to whistle before I woke? The dogs stirred but couldn't be bothered to say anything, so a fairly large FAIL there...
How did he dodge the transmitters/receivers? They weren't activated? Really? *yawns... I've no topic for the day, so let me go find a newspaper and see if I can work myself into a froth for your collective amusement..

LATER at 5.10am...

A quick look at the Tribune, August 17th, Page 21, gives Flora Dhlamini the chance to tell it like it is over in the Kennedy Road jondolo, since the most recent devastating fire... How will the Big Brother Plan Fantastique benefit Missus Dhlamini and her fellow shack-dwellers in the long run? Will she still be around by the time these long-term benefits filter down to people in her situation? That is, if they were ever considered at all? I can't fault the Community at how they've repeatedly rallied to aid those made homeless by the fires...
The Government officials naturally have an endless supply of building materials on hand, that see the numbers of amaTin dwellings growing at a furious pace....

The irritating niggle that there's some sort of connection between those shiny silver sheets and the Big Brother technology persists. Where is the real Blikkiesdorp that I saw briefly in a news report on TV? CT? Are they already linked to the Grid? Anyone doing a study on the amaTin homeowner's health down that way? *curious..

LATER at 6.00am

OK, so google says it's in the Western Cape by Capetown. Any stats available to Joe Public that may interest us, on the health of that community? No worse than any other tin town?

I learned that she apparently already hated me way back when I still used to stumble idiotically into efnet's #trivia channel, and she still wore her 'summer' dress... *winks... I seldom give it much thought, though you have to wonder why she bothers, when her SO hold all the cards, and always has done?
She never got over him being outed so publicly in the Shrooms/Zaphod fiasco at Mweb's Studio 54 channel? *eyeroll..
She should in fact be grateful, as I guess it wasn't long after that debacle that Balliram was officially recruited as a Controller for the Project... *snorts...

Was it Pieter Bezuidenhout or Jannie van Zyl that fished around and discovered Balliram's criminal inclinations back then? His ties to the mini-mafia and his eagerness to work with the likes of the Druglord and Nayager...? Would his nefarious career have taken off so quickly without my help? *doubtful...
Up to that point I guess his brief had been issued by Koobair the Squat, to merely disrupt the neighbourhood and make our lives miserable in the aftermath of the SBV Heist...

To busy himself making mischief while negotiations were underway for the Peer of the Realm to literally buy ownership of the Zone with a good chunk of the stolen SBV loot.. *waves to Earl... Once that had been achieved, Balliram was inducted into the Information Theft Scheme and offically became one of the least likely Operatives in the History of Big Brother Projects worldwide... *grins... I believe it could in fact be termed Lowering the Bar? Genuine IT Security Specialists must have rolled their collective eyes heavenwards at that point, as any semblance of 'standards' left the proverbial building...

Did any of them bitch and moan at the employment of cheap crooks? Were they told the Project Authors had no choice but to utilise the lowest of the low to achieve the speediest coverage? You bet they were *winks... Was that about the time a wave of top IT Security guys and their families left for healthier climes? Taking up offers abroad, where they thought they'd be working alongside legitimate operatives and not tacky thugs affiliated to the Drug Industry?
A nasty surprise then, to find the SA mini-mafioso had already infiltrated the Big Brother equivalent in the UK and probably elsewhere? You've got to put food on the table so you learned to STFU and watch this band of gungho bullies as they broke every rule in the book? Using the technology to attack the innocent physically in their own homes, just for sport?
BTW, I asked that you check the Controller for my sister's area in Lichfield. Did you do that?
Did you find a link between that Plonker and the Chop next door here? *vomits copiously...

Where have all the so-called Good hackers gone... Oxymoron alert fosho but... Retired in disgust at being surrounded by cheap crooks masquerading as IT Security Specialists?
Any similarities between the heroine of the Larsson trilogy and the pondscum cheerfully enlisted by the Project Authors out here, is non-existent, and I guess the few good guys that are left are in danger of being swamped by the likes of Agliotti's chosen Controllers, and those of Earl Michael Barnabas and Rassool...

You've bumped into them online over the years and shared your exploits... Were you surprised when their fortunes suddenly rocketed? When they gradually began taking over the local interwebz and revealing their cracker preferences? When personal attacks on the ignorant venturing online became the norm? When the Big Brother technology allowed these attacks to continue right into the victim's home and private life? Were you at first repelled, but finally swayed into joining the lynch mobs?

How do you feel about the choices you've made right now? *looks at Peggy and Lyndsay... Man, it was good for a laugh back then, and I deserved everything I got? You still regard yourselves as individuals and not sheep, that were led by the nose and encouraged to participate in a Game that has over the years become rather more sinister than just downright cruel..?*fascinated...
Hell, if it were only me that's still taking flak, it would be a doddle for you to laugh it off with a relatively clear conscience....
It isn't, and the rot has spread to include anyone these goondas consider worthy of their 'attentions'.. My sister? And I'm betting at least one of my kids? My neighbours?

For the zillionth time I ask you - do you seriously think if I shut my mouth today, the attacks on these innocent people would cease? I guess you know better than that by now...( Richard has known for a long time that I speak the truth and has done squat about it... Another good christian boy bites the dust? Pfft...)

Hows about you redeem yourselves and quit hiding in the shadows? Hows about you get rid of the revered criminal that at times calls himself FlipDeezy...? The same one you've encouraged to run rampant all this time...
From the amount of mischief he still causes as I attempt to publish, you're still sitting on your hands... *spews...Have you met my sister? My kid? B.Snr. and Sue the Book? You consider them expendible? *baffled as usual....

LATER at 12.45pm

My little banger died on Jan Smuts Highway this morning.. She was running rough when I took her out last Thursday and I asked the GW to check the plugs etc. He took her for a run earlier and whatever was wrong kicked in before he could get safely home... Lucky I wasn't behind the wheel hey? *winks at Balliram.. Better luck next time dewd?
Right now? He's signing her in to the shop behind the Engen Garage over on West Riding Row.. Fairly new people, and I'll keep you posted as to how good they are and how quickly they get her back on the road..
Never a dull moment hey Creep? *teeth..

Peace..

PS: The oddness of being unmolested here as I type suggests the final paragraph is what el Monstro was actually waiting for..... *shrugs....